Redeeming
the Pirate
A
Pirates and Petticoats Novel
by
Chloe Flowers
Genre:
Women's
Action & Adventure Historical Romance
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He
steals for the French crown.She heals for the Catholic church
He
will heal her heart.She will steal his.
French
Privateer, Captain Drago
Gamponetti is
given one final mission from his employer, the king of France:
reclaim religious relics from a New Orleans cathedral and bring them
back. Trouble begins when he's forced by a mysterious, veiled,
novitiate nun to swear on the Bible to protect the very items he was
instructed to steal.
Worse,
60 British warships have amassed in Negril Bay, Jamaica, preparing to
attack New Orleans. He must retrieve the sacred relics before the
British arrive and seize the city.
Novitiate
nun and healer, Eva
Trudeau has
secrets, and hides more than her face behind the veil. The convent
has been her safe haven since she crawled, beaten and bloody, to its
door nine years ago. When an old enemy re-surfaces and threatens to
drag her back into the dark underworld from where she’d escaped,
both she and her dark pirate captain stand to lose everything they’ve
fought so hard to protect...including each other.
Either
commit treason or betray the woman he secretly loves. Betraying one
sends him to the guillotine, the other straight to hell.
This
series is about spirited, independent women and rakish bad boy
pirates, wrapped up in women's action and adventure sea stories. If
you enjoy romantic action and adventure, action and action and
adventure romance fiction, historical romance or women's fiction,
you'll love the Pirates & Petticoats series.
As if his thoughts connected with hers, he lifted her in his arms and gently placed her on the bed. He knelt and removed her boots while her heart hammered an uneven staccato in her chest.
He caught her gaze again and she marveled at the way it turned molten, then flashed with heat when she didn’t stop him or object. Her mouth went dry and she licked her lips. His nostrils flared as his eyes dipped to follow her tongue before flicking back to hers. He attracted her to him with an invisible magnetism and before she could register what she was doing, her mouth covered his and her fingers wove around his neck.
He answered back with such savage tenderness the center of her belly coiled tightly, spreading warmth everywhere and sending a pool of moisture surging along with it. She sat on the edge of the bed. He still knelt between her thighs, one hand twisted in her hair, the other splayed across her back, covering half of it. She pushed his coat from his shoulders, her fingers craving skin. He dragged his lips down her neck creating a searing path of fire, pausing to lick her beating pulse. She lost all sense of space and motion, overcome by swirling sensations darting around her throat and tingling her spine.
“I can’t believe I finally have you,” he rasped, sending heated words over her skin. “You are everything to me, Eva. The sun, the wind, the earth and the sea.” He shrugged out of the coat and pulled his shirt over his head.
Mesmerized by the dark, chiseled chest with its light coating of hair she reached out and touched him. Crisp curls, not coarse. Drago sucked in a sharp breath then stopped breathing as she lightly swept the pads of her fingers across his fiery skin and over his nipple then down the ridges of his ribs. Exploring. Hard steel coated with hot velvet. He was warm and smooth and smelled like sun-warmed sand and leather. Just the contact with his hard chest and muscular arms had her longing for Drago in places he’d never seen, but at the same time, the unknown made her mouth dry and her pulse erratic.
“Eva.” He whispered her name like it tortured his lips. Sword-roughened palms skimmed over her knees, taking her tunic and robes with them and her breath caught in her lungs. As his hands moved upward, he made small circles with his thumbs on the tender skin of her thighs. Fear and desire spun together. She forgot to breathe.
Things pulsed inside her and the coil in her center twisted with need. “Drago, please…” Words were useless. The ones she needed didn’t even exist. There was no way to tell him what she wanted; she had no idea.
He pulled her to her feet and took off her robes, releasing her gaze only when her garments pooled on the floor. His perusal took in every inch of skin and as they moved with the speed of sun-warmed honey from her face down to her toes and excruciatingly slowly back up again. Every hair on her body seemed to vibrate.
He reached out and settled a hand on her ribs before sliding it up to the underside of her breast. “So beautiful,” he whispered.
~Award-Winning
Author~ Chloe Flowers writes historical women’s action and
adventure romance novels about scoundrels, pirates, and spunky,
independent heroines. She likes to challenge her characters by
tossing them the middle of actual historical events, or with real
historical characters.
Chloe
is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Northeast Ohio Romance
Writers and The Beau Monde Romance Writers group, where she serves as
secretary. In 2011, she formed the Sunshine Critique Group so that
she and other aspiring authors could motivate and challenge each
other to become better writers. Six members have been published. She
has given workshops and presentations on creating a critique group,
how to provide effective critiques, story structure, and
self-publishing lessons to writers groups, library patrons and
children. In 2014, she started her own small publishing company,
Flowers & Fullerton. Currently, she’s the publisher of record
for authors Sheridan Jeane, H.O. Knight as well as herself.
Whether
it’s dancing naked in a downpour at 3AM, zip-lining in a
rainforest, or racing ponies, Chloe’s always looking for the next
adventure. Her pets have always been named after favorite characters
or action heroes: Indiana, Luke, Gimli, Thelma, Rocket, Forrest, Al
Giordino, Severus, Mushu, Mérida, Gibbs, Jack…Dead Pool (he’s a
goldfish).
Chloe’s
biggest fault is her apparent inability to say “no” whether it’s
in response to a call for aid or a double-dog-dare to hike home
through 30 acres of a snow-covered forest at midnight…during a full
moon. It was early morning during said adventure when she came upon a
group of sheriff’s deputies searching for a lost girl. So, of
course she offered to help. Turns out, they were searching for
her.
In
addition to her addiction to adrenaline, she has a weakness for good
red wine, dark chocolate and brown-eyed guys with beards, which is
probably why she digs pirates and treasure hunters and writes about
action and adventure, pirates and romance (which is the greatest
adventure of all).
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